Yeah nigga got that LudacrisGot that UGK that Disturbing the Peace ClickAnd you know what I'm tired of?I'm tired of these flashing ass flossing ass niggasSo if you see one you know what you do?

[Chorus: x2]Stick em up stick em up bitch stick em upPut ya hands up where I can see em see em see emStick em up stick em up bitch stick em upTarget niggas wouldn't want to be em be em be em

[Pimp C]Uh, I want the money and the power they hitting me every hourFor the silt resin powder chasing them dirty dollarsI'm from Texas nigga it get hectic niggaPeople depending on me I can't neglect it niggasCause the game is deeper than just working off the beeperIf the paper ain't right then we calling a sweeperTo clean up the problems and straighten the messSo nigga come wit ya pistol and nigga come wit ya vestThis ain't the east or the west the 'bama weed or the stressI'm Young Pimp from Port Arthur and we done passed the testAnd we smoking the best everywhere that we goAnd when our records come out them bitches sell out the storeStaying throat on the 'dro and keep that thing on the flowWant my money up front when we come for the showY'all can play wit ya paper but I'm dying for mineSo while y'all buying them watches I'ma stay on the grindFuck nigga

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[Ludacris]Hallow laid hollow sprayed I'm the hollow manI get to my fucking point wit my hollow planHollow bullets I pull it I'm about to live in vainAnd then I drill em refill em make sure they feel the painIt's mighty strange how your peephole is my fucking gaugeCatch you in concert and then wipe you off the fucking stageI feel a ghetto rage let's turn the ghetto pageMy bitch will stick you wit ghetto metal stiletto thingsAnd I got a ghetto aim with diamond 'bezeled rangsSo while my index is working my pinky's blinding thingsI hit em at close range I spit em at most brainsYou think you real rich nigga we gonna make some chump changeYou think it's a fucking game you think it's a blood sportYou gasping for breath and I'm puffin on one of these NewportsAnd I see a red dot aimed at yo headThen bright lights oh no po-po and guess what they saidThey said

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[Bun-B]Say nigga you think it's a joke?Trill niggas be going for brokeTwist this whistle loc and them motherfucking pistols smokeAnd it's just a matter of time before you labeled a bustaI just the nigga that couldn't catch up and cut the mustardNow I got confidence I don't need no condimentsAll I need is common sense to see through your incompetenceNigga keep your compliments they don't flatter meAnd that'll be the day bitch we don't play you know where the gat'll beHuh, right on the side of me (side of me)Right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)Bitch niggas die for me (die for me)Just for getting too close to me (close to me)So kiss your rosary beads and sing a silent one causeI promise if you get it it's gone be a violent oneCoroner catching his breath like he's got asthmaWhen they cut on the blue light and see all that fucking plasmaMillennium murder master nigga I ain't new to thisSo when you see that Bun-B young pimp or that LudacrisYou just

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ATL the PAT UGK and DTP(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)Shawn Drey I twenty Ludacris and Fake Fees(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)Down South how we do it Pimp see and Bun-be (I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)Roll trees ride D's make cheese and shake fleas(I wouldn't want to be em be em be em)